Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ira Hayes

Gather me people
A I will tell
About a brave young lad
You should remember

From a tribe of Pima
A proud and band
They farmed the valley
Out in Arizona

Down their ditches for a thousand
The sparkling water
the white man stole their water rights
And the water hushed

folks was hungry
Their fields thick with weeds
But when war Ira volunteered
And the white mans greed

Call him drunken Ira
He wont anymore
Not that whiskey drinking
Or Marine who to war

Well, battled up Iwo Jima Hill
Two hundred and men
But twenty-seven lived
To walk back down

And the fight was over
And Old Glory proudly
Among the men who held her
Stood an Indian, Ira

Call him Ira Hayes
He wont answer
Not whiskey drinking Indian
Or Marine who to war

Well, Ira Hayes a hero
Celebrated the land
He was and speeched and honored
Hell, everybody his hand

But he was just a Pima
No food, no friend, no
Back home cared what Ira had did
And when do the dance?

Well, Ira took to hard
Jail often was his
used to let him raise the flag there
And lower it just like youd throw a dog a

And Ira drunk early one morning
All alone in the land hed to save
Two inches of water in a lonely
Was the grave for Ira

him drunken Ira Hayes
He wont anymore
Not that whiskey Indian
Or who went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira
But his land is as dry
And his ghost, well, its lying thirsty
In the where Ira died

Call him Ira Hayes
He wont answer
Not that drinking Indian
Or who went to war